Lyrical Breakdown of All In - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All In" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All In" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Chief Keef employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Chief Keef's narrative.
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All in, all in, all in
All in, all in
If you tossin' money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh, nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me 'cause I keep ballin'
And I swear that this money keep callin'
But as long as it keeps comin' I am all in
Aww damn
Just got some guns and some balls yeah
Never wanna hear all in
That mac and tec be cousins
They be bussin', they cussin'
Toolie out I'm like fuck it
Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothin'
Heard niggas on that fuck shit
Click clack, this nina ready to fuck shit
Catch up no DJ Mustard
Boy you ain't gettin' no money if I ain't love it
Money be my discussion
You ain't discussin' money, I ain't talkin'
All in, all in
If you tossin' money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh, nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me 'cause I keep ballin'
And I swear that this money keep callin'
But as long as it keeps comin' I am all in
All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang
When I pull up I went all in the paint
Trap house, flats all in that thang
Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang
You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang
I be spittin' propane
It's somethin' that I know man
I be ballin', I be wildin'
VIP and fuck a line
And I be all up in the club
Standin' all over the couches
And I do this shit for Blood
Henny all over the couches
If you talkin' 'bout that money, I swear I am 'bout it
All in, all in
If you tossin' money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh, nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me 'cause I keep ballin'
And I swear that this money keep callin'
But as long as it keeps comin' I am all in
All in
(DP Beats) Ayy DP
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes...
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye, ho!
'Cause I'm 'bout my rolls, bitch I'm 'bout my rolls
You ain't talkin' rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am 'bout my rolls
I'm 'bout my pesos, my rolls
You ain't talkin' pesos, I shoot you in ya nose
And ya mouth
'Cause you wasn't talkin' right
Better bring that money to the light
Bitch nigga!
'Cause I'm a rich nigga, ayy
For a show I need six figures
You're talkin' 30 bands, I'ma take it
But your show, I might not make it, hey
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads they be shakin'
Pull on on they block, niggas shakin'
Click clack this ning ding finna get bakin'
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it
They gon' try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell I can take it
It ain't nothin', aye
Nigga try me then it's bussin'
10-10 call a 10-10 code 10
'Cause that ning ding be my twin twin
That's the only friend I got
Other than guap
My momma told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass one of 'em gon' bite
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye, ho!
'Cause I'm 'bout my rolls, bitch I'm 'bout my rolls
You ain't talkin' rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am 'bout my rolls
I thought you mothafuckin' knew
Pull up bitch, I'm 'bout my rolls
You ain't talkin' rolls then we 'bout to blow
At your motherfuckin' skull and your fuckin' nose
And your teeth, nigga
We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga
30 in this ning ding nigga
It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga